Maria Frankland

Panic tears through Whispering Pines. Accusations fly and fingers point in every direction–until they settle on one person. Me. And now, the only way out of this winter retreat is to survive it.

Most people dread turning fifty. Not me. I’ve been counting down the weeks to our luxury holiday in Aruba – seven sun-soaked days to celebrate not just my own fiftieth birthday, but those of three lifelong friends. Two of them are just as excited as I am. The fourth? She took some persuading.

Being stuck in this house with the husband I’m separating from is unbearable. Dexter barely looks at me. When he does, it’s like I’m not even here. It’s as if he’s already erased me from his life.

Sunny afternoons are the worst for a recovering alcoholic. But I’m doing OK and I’m proud of myself. I stretch out on my sun lounger with my book, basking in the peace before I have to collect my son from school.

From where I stand in the shadows outside the pub I own, I can already tell what mood my husband’s in and it makes me want to stay exactly where I am. However, I can also see my bar manager, Jay. Sexy, young and exciting, he’s the person who’s going to set me free from my middle-aged monotony.

The important thing is that my daughter and son are safe after the fire that ripped apart their world as they knew it. And we’re trying to move forward together. Except there’s something I can’t let go of.

It was supposed to be a family Christmas to remember. But I never thought it would end with one of us dead.

I open the front door and there’s Amy, smiling sweetly and ready to help. She’s been a lifesaver since Jon and I moved here–from walking the dog to picking up my little son Teddy from nursery last minute. I’m so lucky we met in the playground the first day we arrived.

Every time I turn the corner towards home, I yearn for Ed to have returned. But he’s not coming back. The man I thought was my forever has been living a lie with me since the moment we met.

I stand at the front door and meticulously check my reflection in the glass. I must look perfect to meet Lou's new boyfriend. I haven't been invited but best friends don't require invitations, right?

The moment she sees Caitlyn, wearing her ‘bride-to-be’ sash and brimming with excitement, it hits her. She hates Caitlyn. She knows who she is – what she’s really hiding. And the temptation to do something about it is too strong to resist…

I keep getting the sense of being watched. But when I glance up, it’s not by the person I want it to be. Dale’s always busy doing something else. Really, I must have the most unromantic partner on the planet. Or so I thought.

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who to trust. But someone out there knows what really happened to me. The faces staring back at me feel wrong, their voices uncomfortably distant. Ever since I woke from the coma, it’s like I’ve been locked in a stranger’s life.

As the car pulls up to my husband Dominic’s family home the night before Christmas, I suppress a shudder. I’ve never felt welcome here. His parents make it clear I’m a poor comparison to his perfect first wife, Carla. But I’m determined to lean into the festive cheer.

Today’s the day. The things I’ve packed are hidden away and I’m waiting for the go-ahead to collect the keys to the new house.

I stand at the front door and meticulously check my reflection in the glass. I must look perfect to meet Lou’s new boyfriend. I haven’t been invited but best friends don't require invitations, right?

Es gibt nur eine Person, die weiß, was wirklich nebenan vorgefallen ist. Das Problem ist, dass sie die ganze Wahrheit kennt, weshalb ich dafür sorgen muss, dass sie kein Wort darüber verliert ...

It was supposed to be a holiday to fix the cracks in our fractured family. I knew the seven days would be endless, but I never imagined that one of us would only survive for six of them…

Es sollte ein Urlaub werden, um die Risse in unserer zerrissenen Familie zu kitten. Ich wusste, dass die sieben Tage endlos sein würden, aber ich hätte nie gedacht, dass einer von uns nur sechs davon überleben würde....

Ich steh vor der Haustür und überprüfe mein Spiegelbild im Glas ganz genau. Ich muss perfekt aussehen, um Lous neuen Freund zu treffen. Ich wurde nicht eingeladen, aber beste Freunde brauchen doch keine Einladungen, oder?